Cez Presents: There were 11

Date: 10/18/2018

March 11 Another strange ass dream, This one was more vague and hard to interpret And scarier than the last one. So it all starts with this little guy named Tutter From the Big Blue house. If you have never seen him, stop what you're doing and look him up. So, the dream starts with tutter working in a pharmaceutical chemical lab. They were working on a new injection fluid for joints and physical therapy. Once complete, the fluid had to be tested for effectiveness but they needed someone to test on. But the money from the grant for this project was nearly spent and getting a test subject would be difficult without pay So Tutter volunteered to test the new fluid. And it worked with flying colors After the chemists had agreed on distribution of the product world wide, they suggested testing on several more subject. Tutter went downstairs and faced the graveyard to cross the street That's when he saw it. There were figures in the graveyard. Figures screaming with ripped skin on their bones, shadow creatures begging pleading with him Of thousands of colors. It was a reaction to the injection fluid. He had seen something that he shouldn't. Unnerved by what was considered hallucinations, he ran swiftly back home afraid of everything he saw Back home, he tested the fluids in his house to see what went wrong He lived in a house along with 11 other Tutters of various shapes and sizes. And naturally were interested in what he was doing. He made a call to the lab to say that something went wrong. And whatever he made was a hallucinogenic, or something much, much darker. Something of a powerful energy that should not be harnessed. But he only got the voicemail. The work went on for hours and at 6:00, the family was setting up for dinner. When there was a knock on the door. Tutter opened it. He saw the three rows of men in dark, black suits-The FBI. He ran He ran through the suburban properties and woods. Until he got tired, still full of the juice He heard the screams at the house and scuffle in the house as he ran. When he returned back to his house, there was no sign of the FBI there was no sign of the other ten family members either. No signs of struggle. The casserole dishes full of food were still on the kitchen counter steaming, but the plate setting was gone. Any sign or momento of the other 10 was gone. Most of the lab things he brought home were gone too. He had to leave. The paranoia was setting in, and he wasn't too sure if someone was watching him. He ran back to the lab. He had to figure out what went wrong And why they were looking for him. When Tutter got to the lab he was not prepared what he saw: The lab was empty. But there was a struggle. Papers scattered everywhere. Solutions and blood was splattered on the walls and tables. Much equipment was gone, and cabinets slightly looted. And then I woke up. My mom was shaking me a little. telling me what we had to do today. "Mom, I had a weird dream." "Oh what was it about?" "It was this weird dream about this little rat muppet... like you know ratatouille?" "Oh like a little puppet? Like a little puppet rat? Ooooh hoo hoo I'm a lil' puppet rat! Hoo hoohoo!" She's jossing me and making a little hand puppet with her hands poking my face and back. I'm giggling "Haha no! Stop it was creepy. It was a creepy dream." "What happened? Did the puppet do? Did he eat you?" She puts her hand on my back "No, I dreamt that there was 11 little rats in the family" I said, solemnly. "Then one of them saw something. And then there was only one left." "There used to be 11 where one stands" "Oh?" She said softly, her hand pressing a little harder on her back "I'm not sure, it was a weird dream" "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about that." Her hand was now pinning me to the bed. "Mom?" "I'm so sorry to hear that" It was now getting hard to breathe now. My lungs were beginning to get crushed into the mattress. "Mom, please stop you're hurting me" "I'm so sorry" "Mom, you're-" I could feel my spine starting to crack "M-" "Sorry" Then I woke up. (For real this time) My mom was in the kitchen and asked "oh how'd you sleep?" I didn't feel the heart to tell her the truth. Whatever I dreamt, something didn't like knowing this.